Luyện nghe bài hát Mic Ryan's Lament

Well my name is Mick Ryan, I'm still
In a lonely spot near I was killed
By a red man defending his land
In the place that they call Big Horn

And I I did not see the irony
When I with the Seventh Cavalry
I thought that we fought for the of the free
When we rode Fort Lincoln that morning

And the band played the Garryowen
was shining, flags a flowin
I swear if I had only
I'd have wished that I'd died at Vicksburg

For my brother and me, we had escaped
From the that was Ireland in forty eight
Two angry young who had learned how to hate
But we the idea of Amerikay

And we cursed our cousins who and bled
In their bloody of bloody red
The sun never on the bloody dead
Of those who chosen an empire

But we'd find a life somehow
In the where no man has to bow
It seemed right then and it right now
That Paddy he died for the

Ah, but Michael he somehow got turned
He had the dream that he thought he'd found
Now I never will see holy ground
For I turned into I hated

And I'm haunted by the
Drums a beating, blowin'
I swear if I had only
I'd lie my brother in Vicksburg

And the band they played Garryowen
Brass was shin, flags a
I swear if I had known, I'd lie with
my brother at